In Xixia Garden, Qing Yan and Yue Gou had packed up the things and the old man's bag had been tied up. Qing Yan looked out from time to time. Shadow Six guarded the door tightly and stared at him with wide cow eyes.
"I'm not going out!" Qing Yan said. "Even if I go out, I won't run."
Shadow Six curled his lips. "Who knows?"
Qing Yan glared at him. Silly boy, can you stop the three of us with your little skills?
Qing Yan thought of something and said, "You don't have to pack your things?"
Shadow Six crossed his arms and said proudly, "Shadow Thirteen will help me pack. He packs faster and better than me."
He always liked to be careless when he packed his luggage. Shadow Thirteen did not have this problem. He was as meticulous as Young Master. He brought as much as he should and not too much as he should. He was clean and neat.
